Only You

Chapter 14

Elora

I quickly realize that I prefer this position to sitting on his lap. Perhaps it's because his hands are on the mattress on each side of my face rather than touching me or maybe I just like the weight and feel of his body pressing down on mine. Either way, with each second our heated kiss goes on, and with every little move that creates friction between our hips, our breaths get a little heavier and my skin burns ten times hotter.

I desperately run my hands from his hair down to his shoulders, whining mindlessly when they catch on the fabric of his shirt. With a chuckle, Alexey sits back on his heels and chucks the clothing item off to the ground before quickly coming back down to kiss me.

With my enhanced access, my greedy fingers get to work inspecting and memorizing each little grove and curve of his body. Every sculpted muscle that flexes beneath my cool fingertips has spikes of excitement shooting through my veins, and every inch of smooth skin has me seeking out another.

When his fingers tug at the bottom of my dress, I don't even think twice about nodding my consent and assisting him in taking it off. It's a hasty action, both of us driven by desperate lust and without wasting any more time, we're kissing again, our tongues and teeth and lips fighting each other teasingly.

Now, Alexey is holding himself up on one arm while his other starts touching me, my waist, my tummy, even the outside of my right thigh but never my hips. His pointer finger plays along the edges of my lace bra, red like my dress from last time. He slips it beneath the band on the bottom and teases my underboob before pulling back and letting the fabric snap back into place.

I yelp, then pull him closer to let him know to keep doing that. Keep doing something. I don't even care what. Not when this man is touching and teasing me and there's no sign of discomfort or panic anywhere near my mind or heart.

At my encouragement, the palm of his hand comes down on my hot skin and he slowly moves it up so it covers my entire right breast. He cups it gently, then squeezes it experimentally. I moan against his lips when his thumb and pointer finger pinch my nipple through the lace, glad for some release of the tension building there.

As his hand lifts from its place, I arch my back to chase the touch but he merely chuckles against me. "So eager," he mocks me endearingly enough. Then his face comes back down to mine only to start trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck, a path between my boobs, and finally, ever so teasingly his mouth closes around my stiff nipple through my bra.

I moan, my hand in his hair pulling him closer shamelessly as tingles spread all over my body.

"You asked what's on today's program," he whispers against my skin as he changes to the other breast. I make a sound deep in my throat, something between a protest and an agreement and he places a chaste kiss on the swell of my boob.

He takes his time, kissing, licking, and nibbling me all over the chest, never quite going where I want him to. "I think I'm going to make you come today," he finally announces. Then, tilting his head so his piercing eyes meet mine, he adds, "Without even touching your pretty little cunt yet."

I'm still busy blushing when he pulls my bra aside and brings his warm mouth right onto my naked flesh. Goosebumps erupt on my skin and my back arches as he devours me, circling my stiff peaks until I'm whining beneath him and he finally takes pity in the form of a gentle bite.

He keeps playing like that, teasing slowly and infuriatingly gently before going at me like a starving man. While his mouth is busy on one breast, his hand is occupied with the other and so it goes on until I think I'm losing my mind. My skin feels warm like an oven and tingly as if a swarm of bees was trapped beneath.

"Alexey," I half moan, half whine when he turns down his speed once more.

"God, I love the way you say my name," he muses, breathing against my wet skin.

"Please," I simply beg, uncertain of what I'm even asking for at this point. A release or for him to stop. Either one at this point because I sure as hell can't take this much longer.

"Sorry, darling, just can't get enough of you. Your moans are fucking addictive," he replies with another kiss on my skin.

After another ten minutes of this delicious kind of torture, Alexey finally stops playing. My back arches for real this time, my toes curl, and my head tips back as I moan out his name in a desperate plea. Liquid heat replaces the blood in my veins as I orgasm and when I'm coming back down from my high, I practically rip his head away from my oversensitive skin.

He collapses next to me as I slump into the sweat-drenched sheets, breathing heavily and still only working with half a lucid mind. "That was... I didn't know you could do that," I say because thanking him seems like a weird idea even as the words are at the tip of my tongue.

With another cocky chuckle and a kiss on my cheek, my date gets off the bed. I open my eyes, watching him as he collects his shirt from the floor while the last reminders of my orgasm wear off and the bliss gradually turns into something cool and ugly.

He's leaving, I realize when he puts on his shirt and heads to where he earlier discarded his shoes. My heartbeat turns to a crawl, rejection weighing it down, and something akin to shame nagging at my gut at the prospect of what we did mere moments ago.

At least this time, I feel no tears stinging the back of my eyes. There's merely a hollow kind of ache in my chest when he turns back to me with a parting smile and I force my lips into one of my own. Only that he's gone before I can even finish the act, leaving me mostly naked and with a frozen smile on my lips without so much as a goodbye.

I try to understand what happened, to get myself to stop overreacting and feeling so damn hurt but my foolish heart won't listen to my head's reasoning. Maybe that's just how this works, I repeat to myself. Honestly, what did I expect? Roses and chocolates? No, certainly not.

A kiss goodbye maybe, or a parting word, yeah, I guess. But that's on me. I wasn't prepared for his sudden exit because I hadn't known but it's fine. It sounds proper. He finished what was planned for today and left.

I'll admit, even I know that's a sad way of thinking about my first sexual experience.

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